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Clench
02:16
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Only girl I know,
Who when I met her had two wolves,
In choke-holds,
And wouldn't let either of 'em go.
Keeping them at bay,
Only to wave a steak,
In front of their face,
And wonder why they wouldn't tame.
Thanks for letting me into your home,
It's been some time since I had a mind of my own to blow,
Then I found out that you collected marbles,
'Cause you lost your own a long time ago.
I see you've seen some pain,
That much is a given,
But you'd have to be insane to do what you do for a livin'.
I wanna break that pump,
From that cage you keep,
I'd love to make the jump this stage is too steep,
The apathy you're getting from your liberal friends,
Makes me wanna climb a building and fall from you in a literal sense.
You're bound to rebound, as Big D says,
"What is lost can always be found."
You say you're sick of being treated like a piece of meat,
Yet you sell yourself by the pound.
Apathy has to be half of the reason why,
Your empathy atrophied, wheezed then died.
Hell hath no fury, that much is true,
But the wrath you put on me is meant for you.
You make my head light,
You make my jaw drop,
Usually a red light means you oughta stop,
So clench your teeth,
Until your jaw locks,
Then clench your -,
On top of my -,
Pull the wool over those eyes,
And those lips from that porcelain,
Don't believe the lies your ego forced you in.
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Simulated Grout
02:45
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I've got an infinite number of questions,
That I've grown quite tired of askin',
The negative attention of non-gentlemen is not something that you should bask in.
Your over-eager confessions,
Keep me from prying,
To hear equivocative bad memories,
Is that kinder than lying?
So I appreciate the effort,
And I thank you for trying,
But don't act surprised when I can't keep from...
...Having something in my eye.
It really stings because it feels like a hole where an apple once was.
What's that noise?
Do you heart that?
I think your subconscious is trying to tell you something,
Oh,
It was just a suggestive text with a request to show breasts while you do that one thing...
...That one thing,
That any girl can do,
To make any guy in the world fall for you.
I've made more than eye-contact with you,
So I'm skeptical,
They don't find you attractive,
They find you susceptible,
And for you,
They found you,
So you go easily,
Things in the lost and found are usually free.
I'm sick you combatting that past,
With staying true to your convictions,
Wake up,
Stop being a victim,
Look!
Your little black book is full of fiction.
You want to fill gap emotionally,
So you fill the gap physically,
You fill the gap between relationships with relationships,
You've always been an invertebrate,
So there's no suspense,
When I say you confuse the arrogance of others as confidence.
You can never learn to love someone that you never spend time with,
You are not an exception to this.
At this rate you'll die cold and alone,
But distracted,
Having never figured it out,
You'll be remembered for how you lived and acted,
Which to me will always be grout.
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New Zealand
03:30
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New Zealand won't even be alive by the time I finish this song,
Not a schism beyond neuroticism, everything in her life was wrong,
The only fate you have ever been doomed to,
Was falsely believing that fate doomed you.
You've grown to be a cold bitch,
I guess we the have ice to thank for that,
Your self-sewn voodoo-doll throne stitch,
Hides behind those nice new tats,
So put that needle in,
Pushin' in that medicine,
Why are you so scared of a soul?
I guess that's what black tar was made for,
So go ahead and fill that hole.
Take off the circumstance-victim circus-pants,
And give your rational brain-circuits a chance,
We don't,
Need no,
Ego,
Veto the need to feed it and please go,
Incognito,
The opposite of that fame you lust after,
The must-have you just had ain't robust laughter,
You robot,
You know not,
The blown shots that flow through that hole that won't clot,
So stop,
Before you go drop,
Before you grow rot,
On that brain in your head,
Or even end up dead...
Isn't it ironic,
A little bit, maybe,
That the book I wrote this song in was the only gift you gave me.
You weigh the success of ya anoerexia,
And earn a superficial slumber,
Even though you'll see me no more,
I don't mean contact info when I say you should lose those numbers.
We all fall down,
Over achiever,
But follow through with the fall and you end up in the ground,
Not to condescend,
But wait 'til then,
If you think I look down on you now.
What an excellent nickname you found,
Practically already down under... ground.
You say it's your mind, your body, your life, your health,
But I can't keep watching you killing yourself,
You say that any real friends would just accept what you do,
If you had any real friends, they would leave too.
Go ahead and candy-coat, hit that horse, and put on more gloss,
It fucking pains me to say this:
But I have been forced to already mourn your loss.
Make no mistake,
It ain't out of hate,
That this life of yours I walk out of...
Make no mistake,
It ain't out of hate,
That this walk I take is out of love.
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